A Rod Trip
Don’t pounce on me now. That isn’t a misspelling there. As is customary, let me walk you through the ro(a)d.
I kept a blog for sometime. The novelty eventually wore off not because I got tired of writing, but because I was limited by my self. It may sound preposterous, yes, but bloggers, being exhibitionists and all - though most wouldn’t admit it – still want to maintain a modicum of anonymity. I relished the validation provided by my readers, mostly friends who wasted precious minutes perusing my bullshits, but I missed the comfort of being alone with my thoughts.
A Rod Trip isn’t aimed at recording my travels, or I would have entitled it differently, with an a squeezed in between the o and the d. This chronicles the life of a man named Rod. After all, life for what it’s worth is a trip.
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